Novelas y relatos de Inspiring Verses

| {In the fell clutch of circumstance} {I have not winced nor cried aloud} | What keeps repeating in my head are the words of the poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley; something the Sisters taught me at Nuestra Señora de la Buen Viaje and I memorized as a child. I used to recite the same words to myself during severe attacks of depression. I guess I forgot that I knew them, just like many other parts of my childhood. “I said…” I tell Septimus, a little louder this time, “… you’re wrong.”

I thought to myself. But then... She began taking me through the Bible.... She made those inspiring verses known to me and explained them all to me in detail. Some of those verses are; Jeremiah 1:5 Which says, “I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. " Psalms 139:16 Which says, " You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. "

Then, leaves turned oranges and browns, your steps were a hum, That once a new sight became an inspiration to step the journey, Giving all of you the taste of the language, the world menu voice, With a bloomed voice fitted in your dear land to give the wisdom you need. My Dear Eight Royals, you were my kinship in a journey I never dreamed, But Heaven’s bestowed on me, a blessing, a gold that glittered on my heart, All of you were my inspiration to wake up placidly with a thankful heart, Your land became mine as you embraced me to step into your soil to help. What else I can say to the breeze that made me wonder how wide and vast, The sky happily waved for the welcome as I sent my gratefulnes

" I threw at them after I was done with furious writing, I sighed. I wanted to talk but my throat was paining. Screw doctors, screw their predictions. Screw them constantly putting human in a state of fear. They would say something wasn't possible, were they the Creator? ; who gave and took. I looked at my family; mom, Lut, Maryam, Abdulrahman, Yusuf, and his parents. "Oh dear," Yusuf's father said softly, "Allah really blesses you with knowledge. You are knowledgeable, I wish I was blessed with a daughter like you. May Allah bless you. I've learnt something new today" remarked, wiping his face. "And He said in surah AL-Israa," Say: "Call upon Allah, or call upon Rahman: by whatever name ye

Be the weirdo who dares to enjoy. Best of all, though, by saying that you delight in your work, you will draw inspiration near. Inspiration will be grateful to hear those words coming out of your mouth, because inspiration-like all of us appreciates being appreciated. Inspiration will overhear your pleasure, and it will send ideas to your door as a reward for your enthusiasm and your loyalty. **

The most astonishing thing was that every title tried to minister to me so much more that I was confused. There is a poem titled 'HOPE', there was 'VAGUE AS AIR', 'DEATH AND IT'S PEACE' and other incredible poems all written by Trevor. I read each poem and felt as if he was talking to me directly. His choice of words, sentence construction and presentation of life scenarios embedded in words is just beautiful. Now this guy was not just a devilishly handsome man with a great sense of humor but a writing god. Then I came across the piece I termed my best. I read it over and over again muttering each line. The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus...

Hindi ko na magawang magpakita ng tuluyan sa kaniya lalo na't may dinadamdam pa siya hanggang ngayon. Isang gabi ay kalong-kalong ko sa sofa si Ephraim. Tulog na ito nang makita kong muli ang bote na puno ng bible verses. Nag-angat ako ng tingin nang dahil sa naisip ko. Sunod ay hinalikan ko sa noo ang sanggol na hawak ko. "You are truly a God's gift." Love is not proud Love does not boast Love after all Matters the most

"Let's read through these together. Sometimes a little inspiration can spark a fire in our hearts." They spent time flipping through the pages, sharing stories of resilience and determination. Gia highlighted quotes that resonated with Deep's situation, aiming to kindle a sense of hope within him. "Every setback is a setup for a greater comeback," Gia read aloud, casting a meaningful glance at Deep. "You've already overcome so much, and you'll overcome this too." Deep's expression softened, a glimmer of hope rekindling in his eyes. Gia's efforts to uplift his spirits gradually started to make an impact, casting a ray of optimism in the room.

She knew Someone watched her still. Her fingers reached to the cloth tied around her waist. From within, she drew a small scrap of parchment. It held verses she had once written herself — lines of psalms and prophecies, inked in haste, in the days when her heart burned to know more of the divine. She opened it now with trembling fingers and read aloud in her weakened voice “He who sits in the heavens shall laugh. He shall scatter the wicked with the breath of His mouth. He shall lift the righteous from the pit,

"We hear again the promises of God: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, God’s mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning, great is your faithfulness. God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Jesus said: Come to me, all you that are weary and whose load is heavy, and I will give you rest ... for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. What can separate us from the love of Christ? Can hardship or distress? No, in all this we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.